The Story Of How I, A Gloomy Guy, Ended Up Surrounded By the Top-Tier Beautiful Girls In Class After A Seat Change - Chapter 82-83

Chapter 82: I Want to Eat a Frankfurter

Yuria and I head towards the maid café where Airi and the others from Class C are waiting.

“Hey, Ryota, what’s up with you and Tanaka?” Yuria asks.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been close since junior high, right? Plus, you’re both otaku… So, have you ever dated?”

Walking beside me, Yuria glances over as she questions.

“Me and Tanaka, dating? No way. Tanaka is a dream girl and a fujoshi. We’ve just been otaku friends since junior high.”

“Friends…”

Yuria’s face clouds slightly at the word “friends.”

“What’s wrong, Yuria?”

“Well… I had a close friend in my gal group back in junior high, but when she found out I was an otaku, we drifted apart. Just reminded me of that.”

“I-I see.”

“So… I guess I’m a bit jealous of you and Tanaka. Being able to share your hobby with someone you get along with… I’m envious.”

Yuria had hinted before that something happened related to otaku stuff in the past… So this was it. Her gal friend found out she was an otaku and they distanced themselves. That’s why she hides her otaku hobbies so thoroughly now. That’s why, when we first met, she was at an arcade in a neighboring town.

“Hey, Ryota! What position do I have in your life?”

“Yuria’s position?”

“Like, am I a friend or a best friend?”

“Well…”

What kind of relationship do Yuria and I have? I wouldn’t call her a best friend, but “classmate” feels too distant. “Friend” fits, but somehow feels off too.

“Wait, even as a joke, if you call me an ‘okazu,’ I’ll punch you.”

“I wouldn’t say that!”

“You would! You casually said you wanted to see me in a maid outfit and always stare at my thighs!”

“Ugh…”

I can’t argue because my behavior is usually pretty bad. I hate myself for always acting like a pervy kid… but is it really so bad to look at her thighs?

“So, what’s my position?”

“Well, Yuria, you’re my… confidant, maybe? You don’t get mad when I look at your thighs, and you understand my kinks, so you’re easy to talk to.”

“So, I’m your number one confidant?”

“Yeah, you’re also an otaku friend, so I can talk to you about anything.”

“Number one… hehe.”

Yuria smiles. It seems like calling her my “confidant” was the right answer.

“Then, as your number one confidant, I’m going to make you buy me that frankfurter over there.”

“Make me buy? So, I have to pay? That has nothing to do with being a confidant.”

“Ryota, please~”

Yuria points at the frankfurter stand inside Class 2-A’s festival room and begs.

“I gave you a reward kiss, so you should give me a reward too, right?”

Even before considering rewards, Yuria’s kiss is worth way more than a frankfurter.

(Yuria’s kiss is so precious, it’s worth more than a million frankfurters…)

Thinking that, I decide one frankfurter is no big deal.

“Alright. I’ll buy you a frankfurter.”

“Yay! It was worth asking!”

Compared to Yuria’s kiss, a frankfurter is cheap. I buy one and hand it to her.

“Thanks, Ryota!”

Yuria happily bites into the frankfurter. It’s kind of erotic.

“Ryota! You finally came!”

As we walk down the hallway, Airi, alone for some reason, comes toward us.

“Hey, Yuria, that’s not fair! I want a frankfurter too.”

“Weren’t we supposed to meet at the maid café?”

“Actually, the Class C maid café is so popular there’s a huge line. Rui said, ‘I’ll wait in line for us, so Airi, you can check out the Class 2-A festival.'”

So that’s why she’s here. Their conversation sounds like sisters.

“Is that frankfurter from the Class 2-A festival?”

“Yep. Ryota bought it for me.”

“Wow, lucky!”

Because of Yuria’s extra comment, Airi looks at me with a greedy expression.

“Alright, fine. Here’s 200 yen, Yuria. Buy Airi a frankfurter with this.”

“Huh? What about you, Ryota?”

“I’ll go take over for Kuroki in line.”

“But Ryota, you should—”

“Just do it. Please, Yuria.”

I can’t fully enjoy the culture festival.

I should take Kuroki’s place, and the three of us can have fun together.

I hurried to the line where Kuroki was standing.

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Chapter 83: Tanaka is a Loli Maid ♡

The line at the maid café in Class 2-C stretches all the way to the neighboring class, showing just how popular it is.

(Umm, Kuroki is… oh, there she is.)

Kuroki is still about fifth from the end of the line, towards the back.

Despite drawing attention from everyone around, Kuroki seems unconcerned, reading a paperback book while waiting in line.

Since she’s reading a book, no one is speaking to her; they just watch her instead.

“Kuroki, can I talk to you for a moment?”

As soon as I spoke, Kuroki immediately closed her book.

“Hey, Ryota-kun? You were pretty late… Were you messing around with Yuria?”

“I wasn’t messing around! Seriously, you’ve got a sharp tongue in front of me.”

“You’re the one who’s into flirting with girls too much, aren’t you?”

“W-Who says I’m flirting with anyone!?”

“I’m just kidding, Ryota-kun. Don’t get mad. Hehe.”

Kuroki is laughing, but I can’t tell if she’s really joking, and I’m starting to sweat nervously.

Actually, even if it’s not exactly flirting, there have been too many things today that might suggest it—like almost touching Miyama’s big breasts or getting kissed by Yuria.

“By the way, didn’t you run into Airi on the way here?”

“Ah, yeah. I saw her with Miyama just earlier in front of Class A. They went to the festival inside Class A’s classroom.”

“You should have gone with them too.”

“I’m not really into school festivals. Instead, Kuroki, why don’t you go have fun at the festival with them? I’ll join in when it’s my turn.”

“…Really, Ryota-kun, you’re so kind.”

Kuroki murmured softly with a distant look in her eyes.

“I appreciate it, but… I don’t really like crowded places either. How about we wait together here?”

“Well, if you don’t mind…”

So, I ended up waiting in line with Kuroki.

Just being with Kuroki makes me feel the weight of everyone’s gaze.

I thought I’d gotten used to the jealous stares because of Miyama and Yuria, but it feels different with Kuroki.

“That guy is the prince from Snow White.”

“He was also with Miyama and Ichinose, right?”

“I can’t stand it… I’ll do whatever it takes to…”

It feels more like murderous intent than jealousy.

“I’m sorry, Ryota-kun, for making you… uncomfortable with all the attention?”

“Are you talking about the gazes from around us?”

“Yeah. Even though I don’t want to be popular, I end up being.”

For someone like me, who’s not popular, this sounds a bit like a brag. But I understand that Kuroki isn’t bragging—she’s speaking honestly.

Kuroki Rui doesn’t show any interest in men.

She’s a perfect superhuman, continually honing herself with a strict focus on her ideal of perfection.

Even someone like her must have some weak spots, I wonder.

Things she couldn’t do perfectly, perhaps…

“Kuroki, are there any things you haven’t been able to do perfectly so far?”

“…Hehe.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because I thought Ryota-kun was finally showing interest in me, and I ended up smiling.”

“Huh?”

I really don’t understand what she’s thinking.

“It’s true that I can’t do everything perfectly. But…”

“But?”

“When there’s something I can’t handle, there’s always a hero who appears in front of me.”

“H-Hero?”

I’m astonished to hear the word “hero” coming out of Kuroki’s mouth.

“What kind of hero—”

“Hey! Ryota! Rui-chan!”

As we’re talking, Miyama and Yuria come walking from Class A.

“You two were at the festival in Class A, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, we thought it would be rude to just have fun by ourselves, so if you two are waiting in line, we’ll join you.”

“Exactly! And that festival had so many delicious things like takoyaki and yakisoba that I wanted to eat them all. With the play in the afternoon, it’s too tempting, so we came back!”

If a small person with big breasts has a bulging belly, it would be problematic in many ways, so it’s a wise decision (though I’d like to see it).

“By the way, it looks like we’re about to get in.”

“Is Kanade-chan doing her job properly?”

Tanaka may be an introvert at heart, but she’s surprisingly good at handling tasks she’s given, so I think she’ll be fine.

“Next person, please~”

Finally, we were able to enter the classroom…

“Welcome back, Master! Welcome back, Miss!”

As soon as we entered the classroom, the girls from Class C, dressed in maid outfits, greeted us with smiles.

They might have spent too much on the maid outfits, and the decorations are quite simple for a maid café, but the high level of the girls is probably why it’s so popular.

(Our class has three of the top beauties in high school, but compared to them, Class C is often said to have many cute girls, even if not three top beauties.)

It’s hard to choose between Class B with its three standout beauties and Class C with its overall strong lineup.

(Well, there’s also an introvert like Tanaka in Class C…)

Noticing us, Tanaka, who had been wiping tables, immediately came over.

“Welcome back, Master and Miss. I will guide you to your seats now!”

Tanaka, the loli glasses-wearing maid, was cheerfully handling the service with ease.

With a white brimmed hat, black inner clothing, and a white apron with frills, Tanaka, though small, looked perfectly suited for the loli maid scene.

It’s surprisingly cute… She doesn’t seem like the type to usually hang out on the school rooftop.

“I’m so happy you all came! The play in Class B was very good too!”

“Hehe, thank you, Tanaka-san.”

When Kuroki came to my house before, she had a strong dislike for Tanaka, but today she seems unusually mild.

Though these two are rivals, with Tanaka ranking first and Kuroki second in tests…

We were shown to a four-person table, with Miyama and me sitting side by side, and Kuroki and Yuria sitting across from us.

“Well, here’s the menu.”

Tanaka presented the menu she had been holding.

This is the menu… Huh?

“Heartfelt Omurice, Heartfelt Tamagoyaki, Heartfelt Omelet, Heartfelt Champuru, Heartfelt Quiche… Hey, Tanaka. What’s with this menu?”

“Our maid café focuses solely on egg dishes.”

“Huh?”

She sounds like a store with a strong specialty… but it’s just cutting down on ingredients.

And all the dishes are 700 yen each… Even with today’s high prices, that’s expensive for a cultural festival.

“I’ll have the omurice!”

“I’ll have the omelet then.”

“I’ll go with the quiche. What about you, Ryota-kun?”

“W-Well…”

Since there’s a play later… I don’t want something too heavy.

So, it looks like quiche or champuru…

“I’ll have the champuru.”

“Understood. The omelet, omurice, and quiche come with a ‘magic spell’ service. Would you like to add that?”

A magic spell option?

“No thanks.”

Kuroki and Yuria declined in unison.

Well, that’s expected from these two.

“You two are such party poopers.”

“Well, it’s a bit embarrassing seeing someone I know doing that.”

“Eh! I want Airi to do it!”

“W-Well then, I’ll do it just with Airi-chan!”

“Okay!”

Miyama seems to like this kind of thing…

Tanaka gave a little bow and went to pass the order to the kitchen.

“By the way, Ryota-kun, you often visit maid cafés, right?”

“Eh, is that so, Ryota?”

“Maid café? Not really…”

“Hehe…”

As I tried to deny it, Kuroki gave a smug smile.

“Hmm? That’s strange. The other day, when we met at the station on Sunday, you said you went to your favorite maid café in the neighboring town, didn’t you?”

Hearing this, I reflexively remembered that day. Oh no… I had lied to Kuroki that I went to a maid café when I was actually on a date with Yuria.

“Sunday…”

Yuria mumbled something and raised her eyebrows as if she sensed something, then looked at me.

As expected from my best friend. It seems Yuria understood my situation.

“R-Right now, instead of focusing on Ryota, shouldn’t we decide where to go after the play this afternoon?”

“…That’s true. Let’s set aside what Ryota-kun was actually doing.”

Kuroki said this with a gentle smile towards me. Wow… that’s scary.

“I want to go to the haunted house in 1st-year Class C, but Airi, what about you?”

“I want to go to the haunted house too! Oh, but after the play, I might want to eat a lot of takoyaki and yakisoba.”

So, we’re going to eat takoyaki and yakisoba after all. Well, I don’t mind since I want to see Miyama’s bulging belly.

“Ryota-kun, do you want to go somewhere?”

“W-Why are you asking me? It’s your plan.”

“Come with us, Ryota!”

“Y-Yeah…”

If I go around with these three, the other guys will go crazy with jealousy.

“Sorry to keep you waiting!”

As we were discussing our plans after the play, Tanaka arrived with the food.

“Here are the Heartfelt Omelet, Heartfelt Omurice, Heartfelt Quiche, and Heartfelt Champuru.”

Tanaka placed the dishes on the table, repeatedly emphasizing “heartfelt” in a way that was almost excessive.

“Now, Airi-chan! Make a heart with your hands and let’s do it together.”

“Okay!”

“Become delicious, become tasty, moe moe kyun!”

“Wow… that’s amazing, Tanaka-chan.”

Miyama initially made a heart with good spirits but seemed slightly put off after seeing Tanaka’s enthusiastic “moe moe kyun” (and for some reason, she was calling her Tanaka-chan instead of Kanade-chan).

Even for an otaku like me, I didn’t want to hear my best friend’s “moe moe kyun.”

“Come on, Ryota-kun, you should do it too.”

“I’m not doing it!”